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Subject: REPOST: TWO-MUCH.TXT "Two Much" (Mf, incest?, cons, pedo, preg, Sci-Fi)
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 05:59:48 +0000
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? It was. Somehow I was certain that at
least ONE part of it was true: These two little girls both loved
me just as much as I did them; and they knew it. My life would
never be the same, but I knew we would figure out SOME way to
make things right together.
From perfect rightness, everything suddenly shifted to being
incredibly WRONG. I felt a wave of desolation sweep over me, and
I knew I was going to lose the two girls I now loved almost as
much as life itself. How could I POSSIBLY live without them; yet
how could I force them to stay with me without doing the one
thing I would never do: Take them away from the one they loved.
I felt a sob catch in my throat, and I knew tears were leaking
down my face.
Only it wasn't my sob that I heard. There was a sniffle and
a shudder from the upper bunk, and I somehow just KNEW that
Jennifer was trying to remain quiet and not disturb her siblings
with her misery.
"Ohmigosh, it's Jennifer," said Bonnie, as she put my
thought into words. "She thinks she's going to lose us."
Almost as one person, the three of us were out of bed, and I
was suddenly holding the naked little 10-year-old in my arms;
quieting her shuddering sobs and soothing her with the knowledge
that we ALL loved her, and no, I was NOT going to steal her
sisters away from her. After all, as Betty pointed out, I loved
her too.
It was like a revelation to me, but I knew the little girl
was telling the truth. I had only the previous night become
barely aware of the fact that I loved both Bonnie and Betty.
Somehow the bond with them had been extended to include their
little sister.
Perhaps that was the REAL reason it had been the little girl
who had been the first one to feel me squirting my sperm inside
her vagina, even though she was too small to fuck properly. I
knew I could no more hurt the little girl, or bear to see her
hurt, than I could enjoy smashing my own thumb with a hammer.
My heart ached with love for all three girls. If I had to
break my own heart and leave, so that the three of them could
stay together and be happy, then somehow I would bear up under
the strain, grit my teeth, and pretend to be happy for them.
Even though I knew that the moment I left, all happiness would
die for me for the rest of eternity.
I suddenly realized that my thoughts must be just echoes of
what Jennifer had decided, and been feeling earlier. Oh what a
mess. No wonder Jennifer was feeling miserable.
Only suddenly, I wasn't. "You do?" asked Jennifer,
squirming around in my lap to face me. My semi-erect prick
rubbing against her bare bottom was ignored by all of us.
"You do!" she squealed, and suddenly I was holding her tight
while she shuddered in my arms, and sobbed louder than ever.
Only THIS time I knew it was from relief, not desolation.
"Then how come you didn't fuck ME?" she finally asked
accusingly. "I love you too! How come only THEY got to have
sex, and I didn't?"
17
Oh shit! I knew I had been getting myself into trouble by
initiating sexual contact with underaged girls. It was bad
enough that I had "molested" her two sisters. (I've got to say,
it sure didn't FEEL like I was "molesting" them. Both twins had
been as eager as I was to feel my prick sliding up inside their
tight little holes.) In Jennifer's case though, I just didn't
dare. I mean, twelve years old is one thing. Ten is quite
something else.
I pointed this out to Jennifer. "I didn't want to hurt
you," I said. "If I tried putting my thing up inside you, I
might hurt you really bad."
"I don't care! It isn't FAIR," said Jennifer, sobbing again
in my arms. I'll say this for the little girl. She did NOT do
the one thing that might have tempted me: She did not rub her
bare little cunny against my prick to get me so sexually excited
that I might have tried it anyway. I guess Jennifer didn't want
to force me to make love to her. Like me, she wanted her first
fuck to be something we both wanted at the same time; just like
it had been with her big sisters.
I cuddled the little girl, letting her know that I DID care,
and I DID love her, while I wondered just what to do. On the one
hand, just the thought of her tight little baby-hole squeezing
the sperm out of my prick was enough to give me a raging hard-on.
On the other, the very thought of hurting her by even trying, was
enough to make it wilt like week-old celery.
"I think you'll hurt her more by NOT fucking her, than you
ever would by doing it," the girls' mother observed quietly from
the doorway.
I almost jumped out of my shoes; only I didn't have any on.
"Uh," I said, brilliantly. Cathy WANTED me to fuck her little
girl?
I looked at Bonnie and Cindy. After the previous night,
what they said went. I almost felt like I was already married to
both of them.
They both nodded. "Well, at least I was wearing the right
outfit for the job," I thought wryly. Betty giggled, then looked
at me innocently when I stared at her. I saw unexpected glimmers
of mirth in the other two girls' eyes, and even a slight smirk on
their mother's face.
I knew I was missing something, but I would figure it out
later. Families sometimes have ways of communicating that
outsiders don't know about. I wondered what private joke I had
just reminded them of. Well, I could ask later. For now, there
was a more immediate problem.
The "problem" was my prick. For all the sexiness of having
a little 10 year old girl squirming on my lap, and knowing the
little girl actually WANTED me to put my thick prick up inside
her and not only fuck her, but cum in her, and actually TRY to
get her pregnant, just like I had done the previous night with
her big sisters, I couldn't get it up.
I know that's hard to believe, but it's the truth!
At first, it was the fear of hurting the little girl that
wouldn't let me get it up. Only Jennifer kept squirming on my
lap, and making it so obvious that she WANTED me inside her,
whether it hurt or no, that this reason soon faded.
18
Only having a limp prick in the first place, brought on the
second. . . stage fright. It's one thing to feel a little girl
up under the cover of the table. Or even to fuck one little girl
semi-privately under the covers at night, while her twin sister
encourages you.
It's quite another to try fucking a 10 year old little girl
while her two older sisters watch with bright interested eyes,
and her own mother is watching every move you make. I just
couldn't do it.
I don't know WHAT might have happened, if Cathy hadn't taken
pity on me. I don't think her daughters even realized what the
problem was, as occasional snickers would cause my prick to wilt
each time I barely STARTED to get it up.
"You poor boy," crooned Cathy, distracting me from my
embarrassment, where I felt like running home to get away, even
if I WAS stark naked. "Help me girls," she said; and that was
the last rational thing I remember for the next 20 minutes.
The next thing I knew, Bonnie and Betty were hugging me
close, while my mouth was filled with the liveliest little tongue
on the face of the earth. Jennifer was kissing me with a skill
that far belied her tender age, while three sexy pairs of hands
were stroking my refractory prick into life.
Behind me, I felt yet another warm body topped by two warm
mounds of flesh, as Cathy cuddled up to me, until I was
surrounded by warm willing female flesh. What a wet-dream, for a
perennially horny teenaged boy.
Somehow without moving, all five of us were acting like one
person to get my body excited enough to penetrate the little girl
in front of me.
When my prick first split my cunny-lips, and found myself
dry inside, part of me made a quick dash to the bathroom and
grabbed the blue and white tube that I knew was in the cabinet.
I snuggled back to join myself in working my fat prick, now
lubricated with KY jelly, into my body. Feeling me penetrate
myself was a shock, but I knew I didn't want me to stop, so I
pushed into the tight slit in front of me even harder.
It HURT! I grit my teeth, to ignore the pain, and thrust
myself onto the swollen member even harder. No WAY was I going
to stop now! I could feel my two sisters encouraging me to
deflower myself, so I did it. There was a squeaking tearing
sensation, as my prick slid halfway into the little girl in front
of me. Damn, that hurt!
But such a NICE hurt, from someone willing to bear the pain
for you, so your first fuck would be enjoyable. I was vaguely
aware of my daughter's tiny little hole being obscenely spread by
the boy's prick, as I held him close so he didn't cheat my little
girl out of her first fuck.
No way were we going to let our lover pull out, until he had
squirted every drop of precious seed he had in his prostate up
inside my sister's hungry little womb. My tummy ached with the
need to feel his sperm up inside me; racing toward my waiting
eggs, so our baby would start to grow in her sexy young womb.
19
The stimulation was too much. I had barely gotten 4 inches
of fat prick inside the little girl, when I saw my hips bunch,
and knew that Mark was filling our little sister's womb with his
seed. To know I was watching my little girl get fucked for the
first time, was almost overwhelming.
I spurted and spurted inside me; drinking each thick jet
with my tight little cunny, until my balls ached, and I had no
more to give.
I knew Jennifer had every last drop of cum I had in me; now
soaking into her tight little belly. If it was possible for a
10-year-old to get pregnant, I knew I had just done it. My arms
ached, as I slowly relaxed my death-grip on the two girls on
either side of me.
The surprising thing was that Betty and Bonnie not only
weren't mad at me for fucking their little sister; they seemed to
be proud of me for doing such a good job. As for Jennifer, she
looked at me with those adoring big blue eyes, and I was lost.
Somehow I knew I would never again be able to refuse the little
girl anything, while she would never ask me for something I
wouldn't have given her anyway. I was truly and wonderfully in
love.
The fact that I was in love with THREE little girls, and
could get sent to jail for even just touching even one of them
didn't worry me in the slightest at that moment. Somehow I knew
we would work things out, and no sheriff or social-worker would
ever get them to accuse me of "bothering" them.
The only hint of worry I felt, was a slight frown from their
mother, as she worried about one of her little girls getting
pregnant at such a young age. Even that worry was just a niggle
though, as Cathy had us all get dressed and wash up for
breakfast.
Washing up was fun. You have no idea how much fun a 15 year
old boy can have with three sexy little girls in a 2x2 foot
trailer shower. Cathy finally had to stop us, before we ran the
water heater dry.
Breakfast (even dressed) was fun too. Even the sexy teasing
was fun, as I knew that not one of the girls would turn me down
if I was really horny, which I wasn't. Not after a night like
that. Somehow I knew that even Cathy would welcome me into her
bed if I asked, and we all knew that sometime I would.
I even knew she wouldn't insist on my wearing a condom, if
it bothered me, while on my part I WOULD insist on one, since I
knew Cathy felt she wasn't ready for more children; wanting to
spend her efforts first on these three, then on raising
grandchildren with my help.
It's absolutely amazing how much can be communicated with a
few smiles, an accepted fanny-rub, and a very few well-chosen
words.
20
Oh my God! It hit me like a lighting bolt.
I've read a LOT of science fiction, not to mention more than
my fair share of fantasy. Still you don't really believe in such
things until your nose is rubbed in them. But what other
explanation did I have?
I looked over at Betty, and she was looking back at me.
"He's figured it out," she said.
"I guess NOW we'll really find out," her twin said
enigmatically.
Oh shit! I had to be right. Still, I had to test it.
"You're a telepath," I thought at Bonnie.
"No." I heard the faint smirk of an answer in my head,
while the little 12-year-old shook her head positively.
"But, but, but," I spluttered out loud this time.
Even though she had heard me, without saying a word, and had
responded in my mind. I somehow couldn't doubt her. The voice
in my mind had been so positive, that I KNEW she wasn't lying to
me.
Here I had thought I had it all figured out. Twins and
telepathy went together in all the stories.
"Just think a bit," said Cathy, "you'll figure it out."
Somehow I knew that even though she had picked up my
thoughts, it was NOT the girl's mother. If it had been, she
would never have been caught by surprise the previous night, and
had to make that lame excuse with Mother.
I suddenly grinned to myself. "DUMB!" Who ever said that
BOTH twins had to be telepaths in a situation like this. I
turned my grin on Betty.
She grinned back at me. "Nope," she said, (I'm not sure at
THIS point, if it was out-loud, or not.) "Think about it. If
Bonnie and I had been born telepathic, even one of us, then we
would have grown up thinking the same thoughts and never even
thought of ourselves as a separate person. Right?"
The family had obviously had MUCH more time to think about
such things than I had. I turned my unbelieving eyes on the
grinning little girl who looked like she was going to jump up and
down with happiness.
"He doesn't mind!" she whooped. "He knows, but he's not
even scared!" I felt a blast of sheer joy roll over me in waves.
I could no more have stopped grinning, than I could have lifted
the trailer with my bare hands.
"Oops, sorry," giggled Jennifer, as she toned the wave of
joy down to just nirvana. "I got carried away."
Whoa! No WONDER the family lived by themselves in this
trailer. A few blasts like that, and everybody would know
something strange was going on.
I felt a chuckle from Cathy, and knew she would willingly
tell me about a few such incidents, when I had the time, of
course.
"Why SHOULD I be scared?" I asked, wondering if there was
something I was missing.
Bonnie giggled, then Betty joined her. They were obviously
in better shape to explain things than their little sister who
just sat there gazing at me with sheer love flowing out of those
gorgeous blue eyes.
21
"It's just that everyone has secrets," she explained. "And
most people are scared to death someone might find out," chimed
in her sister.
I thought of all the nasty sneaky things I had done in my
life. Then I thought of these two cute little girls knowing
every nasty dirty thought I had ever had, and loving me anyway.
How did I ever deserve this?
Of course, the worst, the nastiest, the dirtiest, and most
obscene secret I had at that moment was the fact that I had been
fucking a little 10 year old girl right in front of her two 12
year old sisters, while their mother watched and encouraged me.
Compared to THAT, everything else was small potatoes. If I ever
got caught. . . I shuddered.
The whole family shuddered with me. "You won't," assured
Bonnie, putting her warm little hand on mine. Somehow, I felt it
would be worth it even if I did, to win her love. To have not
just one little girl like me, but THREE of them, was so pleasant
I knew that someday it would be painful. Somehow I would manage
though.
If I had only known just HOW painful it would get, I might
not have been so sure.
It's absolutely amazing how convincing five people can be
when they all work together. Cathy met my mother that afternoon,
when she came back to pick me up. Even knowing what she was
trying to do, I was scared to death. Still, Cathy almost
radiated an aura of confidence. I finally gave in, because her
way was the only one that could possibly lead to what would be an
acceptable solution for all of us.
Me going home that night alone, was NOT one of the
acceptable solutions.
Barely acceptable, was one of the girls going home with me
to "visit."
And of course, we couldn't have Mother dashing off to the
police either.
I listened to the crunching of the gravel in the driveway,
and looked expectantly at Jennifer.
The little girl shook her head. Either her range was
severely limited, (A likely proposition, or she'd go insane.) or
the trailer shell kept her from getting more than hints of what
was going on outside. Maybe metal stops it.
Whatever. In any case, I got a better idea of what was
going on by listening through the louvers of the window, than the
girls picked up from their mother
"your boy."
"I'm not quite sure what to do."
"Uhuh."
"Yes I'm sure."
"He was in bed, fucking Bonnie, and I'm fairly sure he
fucked her sister too."
22
. . .
"Possibly."
"Can you be sure?"
"No, I DON'T want to call the police. Do you?"
". . will happen if. . with lights flashing and. . . then
they'll. . . "
"Uhuh."
the voices got louder now, but I could still only hear
Cathy's clearly. I think she was deliberately speaking loudly
for our sake.
"No, they aren't hurt. In fact, they're all scared to death
you're going to punish Mark, and keep insisting it was all their
idea."
"Yeah, I know. He's 15, and they're only 12."
"Well, if you do, my little girls are going to take it awful
hard."
"Uhuh."
"No, I don't want my girls growing up with the idea that sex
is dirty or nasty, and you get punished if you do it. My parents
treated me that way, and look at me now. Alone with three girls,
just because I didn't know the proper way to relate to men. NOW
I do, but it's too late. Who wants a 30 year old woman with
three almost teenage kids?"
"Well, besides them." <chuckle>
<crunch> <Crunch!>
"Now remember, you promised!"
"Yes I did," my mother's voice was grim. "Still, I have to
see for myself, don't I?" Then a note of humor crept into her
voice. "After all, you might have my 'poor innocent little boy'
tied up in there, so I've got to see for myself he's OK."
This brought a REAL chuckle from Cathy.
Moments later, the door opened, and our parents walked in.
Betty, Jennifer, Bonnie and I were all huddled together in a
corner, with all three of the girls hanging onto me, as if they
were scared to let me go. A black pall of fear hovered over us,
as we all looked simply terrified of whatever punishment Mother
was going to inflict on me, and the girls looked scared to death
that I was going to be taken away.
Some of the fear was actually real, as I knew Mother was NOT
happy about me "molesting" the three little girls. Still. . .
"See what I mean," said Cathy. "If you haul him away
screaming. . ."
"I see," interrupted Mother, somewhat grimly. "You're
right. Still, I'm going to have a few choice words for my son,
when this blows over in a week or so." Mother talked as if I
wasn't even there. My heart ached for her. Mother tried so
HARD.
Still, we didn't DARE tell her the whole truth about
Jennifer and the twins, did we?
23
"OK," said Mother to Cathy, "One week. Then we'll see how
it goes from there. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough. And thank you for not going overboard."
"You're welcome. . . For what it's worth." Here Mother
finally acknowledged my presence in the room. "YOU," she said
emphatically, "will do whatever Cathy here tells you too, or you
come straight home. Do you hear me?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. A wave of gratitude
swept through the small trailer.
Mother let herself out the door, still glowering, but there
was something strange about her attitude. Just before she closed
the door, I wondered if we had been so smart, as Mother left me
with a remark that made me think maybe we should have told her
the whole truth after all.
"This place may be your 'prison' for the next week or so,"
she said, just before closing the door, "but I can see you won't
be needing a 'Bop-McGilvie' to fake your way out with, as you've
got three of the real things right there."
Oh shit! My jaw gaped; almost hanging down to the floor, as
I watched Mother march out to the car and roar off in a cloud of
dust. Mother COULDN'T know, could she? If she did, then she
must be aching with envy for me. Mother has waited so LONG!
I looked over at Jennifer. If Mother knew, then we would
HAVE to call her back and explain everything to her.
"No," said Jennifer quietly, "she just suspects. What,
she's not sure of."
"You're STILL going to have to tell her though," observed
Cathy.
I nodded. Still, we had a week to figure out just how and
how much we were going to tell Mother. In the meantime. . .
"In the meantime," said Cathy with a grin, "it's been HOURS
since breakfast, and I see three little girls here, who need to
eat." <big pause> "Or, is that need to be eaten?" she finished
up.
This brought on a barrage of pillows from the couch, but
surprisingly, not one hit her. Strange. Mother was going to be
thrilled.
Well, Mother turned out to NOT be the problem.
I should have foreseen it. Heck, we ALL should have
foreseen it. Still, I just don't know what to do. That's why
I've been writing this story. SOMEBODY out there must have more
imagination than I have, and have a suggestion to help us out.
Please? My heart is breaking.
No, it isn't jealousy, or even sex.
It's been unbelievably wonderful here. Most of the time I
sleep with Bonnie and Betty, but sometimes Jennifer and I manage
to get together for a night. In any case, while it's never been
like that first incredible experience when I took Jennifer's
virginity, I always know the other girls are there with me,
cheering me on, whenever I fuck any of them.
24
A few times, it's been a little confusing; sleeping with
Bonnie and Betty, as to just which one of the three of us I am.
The one giving, receiving or just helping. In any case, I
usually manage to squirt my sperm in each of the three girls at
least twice a day. Sometimes even oftener.
No, we never take any precautions, as Jennifer is too young
to get pregnant, and Betty and Bonnie refuse to let their little
sister do more for me than they do, by letting me squirt my seed
in their unprotected young wombs, and have me TRY to get them
pregnant, just like their little sister is trying.
Yes, I sometimes even screw Cathy, as all three girls insist
that I don't leave their mother out. Now that she knows her
little girls are getting fucked regularly, it would be almost
torture for the older woman to listen to the bed squeaking every
night, as the man she loves, makes love to her three little
girls.
Yes, Cathy loves me, and I love her too.
Not in the same way, or with the same intensity as I do her
little girls, but I could not be happy, if she was miserable
either. So, with the girls' insistence, I climbed into their
mother's bed one night after slipping on one of the condoms she
kept in the dresser. She didn't insist I wear it, but knowing
how she felt, I couldn't NOT wear it.
Cathy may not be as tight and sexy as her little girls, but
she knows ways of lovemaking that they will still be learning
years from now.
After that first time, we all made it a point to see that
Cathy gets her share at least two or three times a week. With
Jennifer's help, even I can feel when the tension is building up
inside her, so I know when to stop by her end of the trailer at
night. What more could a horny teenager want than this?
Well, more sense, for one thing. I should have seen it
coming.
Oh, no it's not Mother.
Mother was friends with Cathy before she found out about me
and her daughters, and she isn't about to let our relationship
spoil her friendship. Besides, Mother is surreptitiously
studying Jennifer, to see if she can either figure out how the
little girl does it, or if any of it can be taught.
Sometimes Jennifer complains that it's like SHE was the one
whose mind was wide open for Mother to see, instead of the other
way around.
Bonnie grins at this, and says, "Serves her right."
No, Mother isn't the problem. Once we got things straight,
she gets along fine with all three girls. I suppose I'll just
have to come right out and tell you, won't I?
OK! The problem is: BOTH girls are pregnant. Cathy says
she'll give me permission to marry one of them, but which one? I
love them both. The thought of leaving EITHER of the two girls
to bear my child alone, is heartbreaking. I can't honestly say I
love one, and not the other. Besides, they both love each other
too. If I marry one, then I will be breaking them apart. I
don't know what to do!
25
At least Jennifer is too young to get pregnant yet. If she
turned those big blue eyes on me, begging me not to leave her
alone with my baby, I'd probably break down and cry.
Does ANYBODY out there have any ideas? I'm open to just
about anything.
.
.
.
Shit! This morning, Jennifer started throwing up in the
bathroom. HELP!!!
26
Addendum
It's now been almost a year since I first posted that
story/request, and I want to thank ALL of those people who
responded.
Yes, even those people who called me a "sick pervert" for
even thinking of writing such a stupidly wild-ass story.
Yes, even the guy who threatened to find me, and "cut off my
balls to teach me a lesson." Even he helped in his own way.
The posts like that, and a few others woke me up to the fact
that some people out there really feel they are "protecting"
children by trying to destroy people like me. For some reason,
in their zeal to "protect" people like Bonnie, Betty, and
Jennifer, they never seem to realize the trauma they would cause,
if the bad things they imagine happening to me, really did.
Several times, since reading those letters, I've woken up in
the middle of the night, as one of the girls (usually Jennifer)
was having a nightmare about having me forcefully taken away from
them by screaming police and angry social-workers. As for what
they would do to Cathy, for LETTING me stay with her little
girls. . . <Shudder.>
So, why would I thank someone like you?
For showing me that you are sincere. You really DO think
you would be doing the right thing, by breaking us up, and
punishing me. KNOWING this, everyone in the family is now FAR
more cautious than we were back when I first posted that story.
So, thanks first for caring, even if your worries about the
children are misdirected. Thanks secondly, for warning us about
people like you. If not for your threats, we might have become
careless in our love for each other, and let it show in public,
where we might have been caught.
Thanks also, to those of you who sent in so many (mostly
illegal) suggestions about how I could "use" Jennifer to steal,
abscond, blackmail, and otherwise extract money from people,
against their will.
Thank you, but no thanks. When someone else knows what you
are thinking, it's hard to fool yourself into thinking it's right
to get rich by hurting others. We meet too many people like that
all the time.
Thanks also, to all those people who want to have me,
Jennifer, or the whole family, help THEM with their get-rich-
quick schemes.
Again, thanks, but no thanks.
Next, I want to thank those of you, (by FAR the majority,)
who sent in sincere offers of help or assistance. Especially,
the two lawyers who volunteered their free legal services. I'm
sorry that we just don't DARE take any of you up on them. We
just can't take the chance on ANYONE knowing who we really are.
You see, we can't trust anyone.
27
If you're wondering, "Why not? You have a telepath there to
check out people." the answer is that Jenny is NOT the kind of
telepath you read about in books.
She helps US share our minds with her, and can only do this
with those she trusts completely; having been hurt once when
almost a baby, by opening herself to someone who hurt her.
That's why Cathy lived alone in the trailer, in a trailer-court
with only one occupant.
That's ALSO, why Cathy never said a word, that first time
when she caught me with my hands in her little girls' panties.
She didn't DARE. Since the girls obviously liked me, and trusted
me, it would have been a trauma that would have been almost
impossible to heal between her and her daughters.
(Mother says Jennifer isn't a true telepath anyway; she
doesn't "read minds" she just helps us share our emotions and
experiences. Mother proved it by having me try to read a
newspaper to one of the girls, without speaking. She was only
able to get a feel for the type of story I was reading, and the
emotions I attached to that. Mother calls Jennifer a "projective
shared empath" not a telepath. Picky Picky. To ME she's a
telepath.)
Anyway, Jennifer's range is very limited too; barely
reaching across half the room, unless there's one of us between
her and the other.
(In an experiment, proposed by Mother, we once formed a
chain from the front of the trailer all the way to the back, and
remained in communication. . . All of 15 feet.)
So you see, MOST of those suggestions wouldn't work anyway.
Thanks for trying to help. A FEW suggestions even had some
merit, and we are working on some of them. Again thanks.
Finally, a heartfelt thanks to the two of you who pointed
out that the solution to my main problem was staring me right in
the face. I guess I was just too close to things to see it.
The whole family can't thank you enough.
By the time you people read this last note, the whole family
will be long gone from here, so don't bother sending any
responses this time. I might check back in 6 months to a year or
so on this BBS, to check my mail, and I might not. Mike has
promised to hold it for a year anyway, so if you do send any, I
might sometime see it. But maybe not.
By next month, the whole family should be comfortably
settled into our new home on a "farm" out in some western state.
(No, I am NOT going to be more specific about which one.) Our
family won't look TOO unusual, in this day and age of promiscuous
young girls anyway, as my wife Cathy and I settle down near a
town that makes a point of not being nosy. (Unlike a LOT of
small towns.)
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An older/younger couple, isn't as unusual as you might
think, and the fact that I was willing to adopt her slutty little
girls who had gone out and gotten themselves knocked up by a
stranger who lived in one of the nearby trailers, and them moved
away before they found out he was tapping the little girls, just
made people sympathize with me; instead of stringing me from the
nearest tree, like some of them might have wanted to if they knew
the truth. When Cathy and I "adopted" their babies, I got even
more sympathy.
All of us hated to lie, but once we decided to do this, it's
just amazing how convincing we can be. <Smirk.>
I've gotten a job flipping burgers at the local "Burger-
Hut". Mother is working; cleaning down at the local hospital,
and even Cathy is working as a nurse-assistant, now that the
older girls are able to take care of the babies and their little
sister as well. With THAT, and Cathy's income from the trust-
fund, we pool all our finances and aren't too bad off now. It
sure beats welfare.
In about a year or so, a couple of those ideas suggested by
friends might start paying off, and we'll be able to afford more
children. For now, all three of the girls are on the pill.
<Sigh.>
Oh yes, the children. Three healthy babies. Two boys (by
guess who) and another girl. The twins BOTH wanted me to name
their babies after me, but I wouldn't have it. In the first
place, it would have been making it a little obvious who the REAL
father was. In the second, it wouldn't have been fair to the
other twin. So, instead of Mike and Mark, we have David and
Brian. Two of the cutest little boys you ever did see.
Of course, Jennifer had to top her two big sisters, by
having the only girl. Cynthia Ann Marie (Cindy) is the apple of
her daddy's eye. Her big blue eyes match her mother's; and like
her mother they just make me melt, when I look into them. Even
the rest of the family is captivated by her charms.
We found out one reason why the other day, when four people
at once came running with bottles, because I was HUNGRY!
Mother couldn't stop giggling for two hours.
I guess it IS a good thing we're going to be living out
there so far from everybody. By now, we all know the tales by
heart that Cathy tells, about the first few times with Jennifer,
before she became aware of what was really going on. God, I love
my family!
So again, thanks for all the help. Maybe in a year or two
I'll write another note telling all those people out there who
have expressed so much interest and appreciation, just how things
are going. If I dare. If not, then I want you all to know that
we DO care, and we appreciate all your concern.
Good bye, and God Bless, for now.
Mark.
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